This is perfect. It felt good to hold Yussa against him that way, but they couldn't kiss like this, and kissing is one of Caleb's very favorite things, especially with Yussa's fingers winding into his hair. His brow rests against his lovers as he gasps, and he doesn't think he's heard the word please pass this man's lips so frequently ever.

"I know, Yussa," he rumbles, fucking into him faster and deeper, the angle and leverage far more ideal like this. He won't last, Yussa feels too good, but he's determined to make him come again. "Just let me have you."

Two of his fingers push into his ass with as little resistance as his cunt, so Caleb quickly adds a third as well. They plunge in and out of him faster than he can fuck him, and he can feel the pressure against his cock through the thin wall of Yussa's body. He can imagine very well how it would feel to have another man's cock--his echo's, so perhaps not another man--inside him instead, pacing themselves to fill Yussa as fully and deeply as they can.